He had been trying to get me to go out with him for a couple of weeks, but I wasn't in the mood to get involved at the time. I had been less than lucky in love previously, and decided I needed a break from relationships for a while. This man attracted me, and I knew very well that dating him was going to be like eating peanuts. I wasn't going to be able to stop with just one.
But he was persistent, enough so that I began to think that he was actually interested in something more than a fling. So I decided that it would be safe enough to meet him at a university function and go for coffee afterwards.
So, in what might be called a final test of his resolve, (or perhaps in a fit of perversion), I asked him if he wanted to meet me at the Feminist Film Festival on Valentine's Day (this was the 1970s, after all). He jumped at it. I was stunned. Afterwards, we walked over to a local pizza joint and spent hours over a pie. We had a wonderful time. And the rest is history.